The Devil's Reluctant Bride

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supposed t

f night where I could sit back and admire the life we'd built together–his success, and my quiet contentment. It

the mailbox." I suddenly said from across t

nd frowned. "That's strange. Who u

hought the same too. Maybe you'd c

ord and I could see the telltale signs of his

te and chair, showing him the sexy

atching as he began to eat with a sense of urgency. It was easy, this dance we had, the comfort of the

send you warnings

and our antique chandelier began to shake in the ceiling. My fork clatter

throat growing in mass at the terror in my husband's light bl

y boomed and the food in my stoma

e sight of men flooding into our home. They moved lik

ding up abruptly. "The security at the estate

ht Steven right in the jaw and I could swear I heard a brutal crack. It s

h to my husband but they soon surroun

s frozen in horror, I could hear myself screaming, and feel the tears leaking from my eyes but adrenaline triggered my flight or fight response and my body chose freeze. To

p beating my husband. Please you're gonna kill him! I beg you. I have diamonds you can take!" frantically, I let go of his han

e. Okay, okay. I can handle this. I wiped the tears from my face and choked out. "I will go upstairs now and bring every credit card we own and all my je

ng at me. Gathering what was left of my terror-fried brain, I turned to leave to m

nk around him as he approached. His leather jacket clung to his powerful frame and every inch of him exuded such power that almost made me turn on my heels and fucking bolt. Thr

g room. And I could bet my right arm that he wasn't a t

What was

y neck to the side in record time, seeing my husband tremble like a leaf

my heart breaking at the crumpled loo

o look up. "Hundred million dollars." The man's voice was heavily accented but smooth like water lapping over a rock. "One. Hundred. Mil

or a criminal but he was the CEO of a multimillion-dollar tech company, controlling two percent of the world's finances and a boss to a hundred thousa

nt over, hurling my food onto the carp

straightened, moving his thumb over a ligh

f between him and my husband. "Wait! Wait! You can't just

e in place. I couldn't even tremble under those

d here," he jutted his chin at my bloodied Steven. "Owes me

ced on me and grabbed my arms be

of them holding a knife. They grabbed Steven's hand, slammed it

y today." The man said in an ice-cold voice. "So, I will give you two

d kicking against their grip. "

began studying me. "Bella, you

illed. "No. I want you to. But you don't h

nt and his eyes grew like round plates. "Ambro

then a wicked smirk twisted his thin lips. "Anyth

ears went everywhe

rled into a slow sm

ainst the men holding him down. One of them drove a fist into his stomach and he doubled over

a blade pressed against my husband's

me and those black eyes gleamed. "If

mprehending. He snapped a finger and his men dragged my husband to the sitting room. He

to me."

floor before my br

en's voice cracked and distantl

feet planted apart. He crooked a finger and I began crawling slowly towards him. His hands moved to his belt and he unbuckled it, bottomle

hand cupped my face once I was kneeling right in front of